something specific
escapes me
and instead I
am left with a
handfull of sand
and a marathon
to run
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- ironic distance
- -HE SAYS:our hero is walkinghe has alwaysbeen walk...
- the essence ofinherent worthis foundin my Labrador...
- the color in the old brickshaveretreated for the s...
- I can onlymovein fragmentsfractionswith the moment...
- she hides from the earthssurfaceand singssongsto w...
- the machinesscheduled retirementis interrupted by ...
- pausing in the shademy neck stretches outand falls...
- I am giving youthis piece of airfor whichyou can e...
- if I am drenchedin this dusk skyif I am smotheredi...
- drygrey bonegrass particlesitching underneath mysk...
- if I am clean cutif I am reservedif I am unable to...
- no time totalk beyondsome agedcheeseadventures
- the harsh lightreduces us all tosilhouettesmy text...
- for youI will compressmy aspectinto a tinyspec-red...
- diagonal movementseeking from hiswristwatchsome ki...
- rephrasedas a questionthe answerfalls off the edge...
- darkness fallsIn the harshestof suburbanlightfille...
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- I aim to greetthe daywith a freshlyscouredmindloos...
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- the red brickresponds tothe late afternoonsuncalli...
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